When they perceived that Zhang Qingyuan's aura still remained, the mere dozen or so court members hiding a thousand li away who had not participated in the sacrifice all revealed looks of horror.
The old Daoist from the Yin Yang Division beside them muttered again and again, "Impossible... impossible..."
He was utterly distraught, as though he had suffered an enormous blow, his face full of disbelief.
But Hong Tiantong and the others, nearly scared out of their wits, had no time to care about him. At the first instant, they transformed into escape lights and fled. Within a breath, they had escaped far away, vanishing beyond the heavens in the blink of an eye, terrified that Zhang Qingyuan, who had survived such a horrifying attack, would pursue them.
Not long afterward, several Yin Yang Division Daoists who had come to their senses dragged the old Daoist away as they fled.
The rout of the court army's remaining defeated soldiers meant that this battle had finally drawn to a close.
Everything was over!
The Flying Immortal Alliance cultivators emerged from their shattered sect gate. Gazing at the cloudless skies and the earth around them, which had become a landscape of abyss-like chasms, they felt dazed.
They had actually survived!
They had survived a clash of such power!
Above the sect gate stood a young man in a deep black robe, dark as the starry sky. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like polished jade, and an unyielding air between his brows. Standing in the sky above the sect grounds, he looked over everything below, then at Zhang Qingyuan in the distance. His eyes were filled with complexity, and a fleeting trace of contemplation flashed through them.
He was the Alliance Leader of the Flying Immortal Alliance, rumored to